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DATING IS MURDER

Lively prose, seamless plotting—and, good golly, there’s Wollie.

Wollie Shellie is big-chested, big-hearted, and just as big a smash here as in her debut.

“In my next life,” says Wollie (Dating Dead Men, 2004), “if I’m a woman again, I’m going to be petite.” At the time, she’s stuck in the kind of narrow aperture hard for robust six-footers to negotiate. But troubles of that sort, though frequent in Wollie’s hectic life, are transitory. Smarts, guts, wit, indomitable sweetness, and irresistible charm are her constants. Wollie—short for Wollstonecraft, the name given her by a hippie mom who should never be allowed to stray from her ashram—is something of a TV star as her second adventure gets underway. Biological Clock, the reality show on which she’s a contestant, has provided some of the cash she needs to prop up her greeting-card business. And there’s a bonus in store if the audience decides she’s the best bet for eventual parenthood. Instead of that rosy future, a young woman friend vanishes, a young male friend of the young woman is murdered, and Biological Clock develops an unsettling dark side. Even more unsettling, however, is the advent of smooth, suave, hunky Simon Alexander. What’s a girl to do when an FBI agent turns out to be her type?

Lively prose, seamless plotting—and, good golly, there’s Wollie.

Pub Date: March 15, 2005

ISBN: 0-385-51034-9

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Doubleday

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2004

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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THREE BAGS FULL

A SHEEP DETECTIVE STORY

All these problems are handsomely solved at the unsurprising cost of making the human characters less interesting than the...

Just when you thought you’d seen a detective in every guise imaginable, here comes one in sheep’s clothing.

For years, George Glenn hasn’t been close to anyone but his sheep. Everyday he lets them out, pastures them, reads to them and brings them safely back home to his barn in the guilelessly named Irish village of Glennkill. Now George lies dead, pinned to the ground by a spade. Although his flock haven’t had much experience with this sort of thing, they’re determined to bring his killer to justice. There are of course several obstacles, and debut novelist Swann deals with them in appealingly matter-of-fact terms. Sheep can’t talk to people; they can only listen in on conversations between George’s widow Kate and Bible-basher Beth Jameson. Not even the smartest of them, Othello, Miss Maple (!) and Mopple the Whale, can understand much of what the neighborhood priest is talking about, except that his name is evidently God. They’re afraid to confront suspects like butcher Abraham Rackham and Gabriel O’Rourke, the Gaelic-speaking charmer who’s raising a flock for slaughter. And even after a series of providential discoveries and brainwaves reveals the answer to the riddle, they don’t know how to tell the Glennkill citizenry.

All these problems are handsomely solved at the unsurprising cost of making the human characters less interesting than the sheep. But the sustained tone of straight-faced wonderment is magical.

Pub Date: June 5, 2007

ISBN: 978-0-385-52111-6

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Flying Dolphin/Doubleday

Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2007

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